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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Something else today ...

I am asking for some prayers for my younger sister, Rita.

She lives in Germany and just started radiation after two brain surgeries.

I phoned her - she doesn't sound too good and seems not to have much will to survive -

saying: "I did my job, raised my kids... it's good now".

This is unbearable for me - and so I am asking for your prayer help.

Just a little one, please?

I'd be very grateful.



Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Produced a Song and made a Video - Yeah, it's MAD and Fun

From the Book The Ivory Carver's Daughter

You love History, wrapped into a true story with lots of intrigue and adventure?
"The Ivory Carver's Daughter"

Get it here:

If it doesn't open for you, please copy and paste this link: 

Thursday, February 20, 2014

HA! and Hallelujah, I made it!

Yeah, the wait is over.
My hard-worked-on book is now published.
WOW, I had no clue what a big task it is to give birth to a book
In the near future I will convert it into the required format for Kindle.

As for now, it's available here:
and here: 

Saturday, January 25, 2014

It's coming.....

Well, well... it's getting exciting now.
At loooooong last.
Unfortunately 'certain' people have delayed the publishing of my book - for just too long.
But now it's at the printers and should be available in about 10 to 14 days.

Stay tuned, I'll post when
'The Ivory Carver's Daughter' is ready to hit the road (Jack ;-)

Don't forget to hug your kids!!

The place for the most unusual gifts, indeed:


Sunday, November 10, 2013

Introducing my Book Trailer

I am happy to introduce my book trailer.
You may dance to the music ☺ Enjoy!

It's now really only a few weeks until my book
will be coming out

The Ivory Carver's Daughter

Saturday, September 14, 2013

The Ivory Carver's Daughter - Book coming out soon

Smile a little ... while you watch my birthday video.
Just finished and published it:

Happy Birthday .... <-- click here

                              It's both our birthday


Monday, September 9, 2013

Tangled In Deception

Hooray, we are at typesetting now.

Also, my song will be out in a few days.
I will post the YouTube link here.

Please visit the pre-view of my book: The Ivory Carver's Daughter

Song coming up: 'Tangled In Deception'


Monday, May 20, 2013

I am getting closer to my Book

According to editors: A heart-wrenching Story

The Ivory Carver's Daughter * Coming out soon *
Sneak Peek
Now it's getting serious. My belly has butterflies


Visit the link, please, and get a pre-view


Saturday, April 6, 2013

Ironing the Street with my Back


Work started at 7am; at noon everybody raced home for an hour of lunch break. Mostly I drove people to their place, went home, gobbled down my meal and picked them up again.
It all went fine until one sunny August noon; I had a passenger and was trying to cross an intersection to get from the construction site into the main street. People were in cars, on foot and everywhere. I slammed on the accelerator to get out swiftly before other cars came and was hit full power into my driver’s side.

Next thing I noticed was me kneeling on all fours on the street, searching for my glasses.
My holy glasses! I was blind without them. Miraculously they remained in one piece and within my reach on the street.

People were scrambling and screaming, someone came up, helped me to my feet and led me to the side; sat me on the grass. Fifteen minutes later my Father was there beside me.
Someone had notified him. My car, a red Opel Record with a black top was totaled and that’s what Father saw first.

I was wondering why he knelt beside me and constantly stroke my head, my hair.
Onlookers had told him that I shot out of the car like a canon ball and rolled a good deal along the road. The steering wheel was pulled toward my seat; yeah, I had a lot of strength back then. After all I was a construction worker! Father feared that I must be injured, badly hurt.

He kept asking me:
“Johanna, aren’t you wounded? Isn’t your chest damaged? You must have slammed into the steering wheel?”
I had lost my voice. I was so in shock that I wasn’t able to say a word for hours. I shook my head over and over, saw only fog and marveled what Father was talking about. I hadn’t seen my car. It was reduced to scrap metal.

I wore jeans that saved my butt and legs. But my shirt was ripped to pieces. I instinctively had rolled myself into a ball when I was catapulted out of the car. No seat belts were invented yet. It probably was a good thing; my opponent would have killed me. His vehicle ascended to car-heaven too.
I was well known as a wild speed driver and Father feared that people would be angry; 'That, she had coming'. But no, they defended me in front of him:
“The sun was so bright; your daughter must have been blinded.”

And Father? He never scolded me. No word of reproach!
This was his other side. I demolished a company car but it was not intentional; that’s how he saw things like that. All of us, all five of his offspring, totaled at least one.
My passenger had some bruises and the opponent’s car driver was ok, miraculously.
Ironing the street induced severe burns on my back, feet and arms.

Father drove me to the hospital in Erbach where after my examination he was assured that besides the brutal burns I was ok. I still did not speak a word.

It was the end of my construction career and the beginning of cruel char treatments.

For weeks our family doctor came every day and ripped the bandages off my back while I was screaming and biting into my pillow.
He was Mother’s cousin and we called him Uncle Otto.
Our sweet Uncle Otto! Yet what he did to me was everything but! I begged him:
“Please, Uncle Otto, don’t! Please, at least dampen and soften the dressings a little!!”
“No, Johanna! I can’t. This is the newest we know about burns like yours. I have to rip it off to make new skin grow from the outside in. You don’t want to have scars for the rest of your live. Don’t you?”

NO! I didn’t want ugly scars! Consequently I bit the daily bullet and ended up with the smoothest of a baby’s skin on my entire back from shoulders to the waist line.


Please don't forget to hug your kids tonight!

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Johanna (YooHUNNa)

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Working in MY Company


After passing all final tests and examinations and despite quite unpleasant expectations being continually under Father’s pitiless control, I went to work at My Company!

While I went to a local school before I attended Boarding School I rarely was found at home. Homework? Umm, done in a hurry. Someone looking for me? Try the Intercom at the factory. I unquestionably was somewhere crawling under a machine or greasing one, if not looking people over their shoulders to learn what they did and how it was done.
I helped them to get their load done faster, painting the back of the snow globe covers in an angelic blue, mounted them on their bases and filled them with snowy water.

Most interesting to me was the department where 24 carat gold was applied to a limitless variety of figurines. Every single ornament was attached to clamps holding them in place. First real silver and then the gold was vacuum deposited, evaporated from tiny heated metal boats which were loaded with precisely counted pieces of precious metal.
I knew my ways around the electrician’s section as well as those of the masons; I painted figurines and glued them together to form dream scenes for our ‘Dream Globes’.
I packed and wrapped finished items into clear display boxes. I ran around the shipping department and learned how to properly package and address parcels to global customers.
I also would visit our toolmakers and the injection molding division in the end; I always came home dirty, rust-covered, filthy.
Accustomed to each and every company department, I knew all connections and everybody from the janitor (who was my big friend) to the accountant staff.
Now, this dream was a close second: Running my company one day.

Sadly, there were two heirs to the throne: my brothers. Girls were neither considered nor counted and shamelessly cheated out of everything at the end.

My first assignment was to hop into a truck, get on the Autobahn and haul material to a women’s prison up north where pieces where fit and glued together by inmates and made into a whole. Sometimes Snow Globes, sometimes weather stations or wall plaques. I then would bring assembled items back home with me.
I loved it … free as a bird riding in a truck and being on my own.
I totally was Girl Friday, good and useful for everything. Being Father’s secretary or hosting
a collection of gathered company sales agents when the time came. Chase me around, give me different errands all the time and I am happy.

At one point Father decided that I should get more air, I was too pale (in his opinion); so he sent me to our construction side in the next town, Erbach, where our new factory was being built. Now that was right down my line. Because it was erected on marshy land we first had to sink massive concrete pillars into the ground. I had pumps running in fifty holes to keep the waters off from creeping up. Dead rats again were gift-wrapped and presented to shrieking office ladies. Well, fun had to be too, right?
My jobs were to order material and act as foreman for the construction crew, supervise and guide them. I learned electro-welding, operated the tower crane and didn’t flinch when a massive iron screw coming from above hit my big toe; I moved iron and carried out masonry when I was not on the road hauling earth around for the foundation.


Please don't forget to hug your kids tonight!

In the meantime, Please, sign up, become a "fan", follow me? Leave a message? Tweet it, click on +1 ...?? I'd be grateful. Thank you!

And this is what I am doing now, trying to pay my bills : This is my Store - Offering OLD Ivory and MUCH more
My personal Web Site:

And I am selling part of my jewelry HERE
Johanna (YooHUNNa)